Have you heard about Karma Pervs? Here, I’ll let Jiz Lee tell you:

What is Karma Pervs? In a nutshell: It’s a porn fundraiser. I choose a charity each month – members see sexy photos for a good cause! I post a unique photo set of pictures related to the cause and at the end of the month 100% is donated to the organization. Sign up to support, see pictures, and also enter to win great prizes! [snip]

When I first started trolling the internet seeking sex, as one does, I started to notice that next to all the “18+” enter buttons were these little “Underage” exits which linked to Scarleteen.com.

Despite the fact that I didn’t want to “exit” (I mean, who really does that?) I nonetheless found myself curious and clicked over to Scarleteen a number of times over the years. And I still click over, even though I am no longer a youth. A comprehensive sex resource, it’s a great place to explore and learn. This year I also bought two copies of the book S.E.X. by Scarleteen founder Heather Corinna, for my teenage brother and sister, which includes the passage: Genderpalooza: a Sex & Gender Primer.

With all of the devastating news of suicides of gay/gender-variant teens throughout the country, I feel stronger than ever that our culture needs better sex ed — that youth would be well-equipped with knowledge about sex and gender through a sex-positive education which doesn’t shame or ignore minority sexualities or gender expressions. Through online actions by the sex community, including projects such as Sex Columnist Dan Savage’s It Gets Better YouTube video channel project, and The Trevor Project Hotline, National media has picked up the stories. This is a great stride in the effort, considering the statistical average of teens use of the internet and of television consumption. Many people believe what they see, so the more we affirm queers, the more our lives are validated. [snip]

Artists for the update include:

Kira Scarlet, Jeffer, Henri “Ace” Cheramie, James Dale, Paige, and Suzanne Forbes (who drew images of me and co-star Papi Coxxx while we filmed a scene!). Thank you artists!

$9.99 for 30 days (recurring)

$99.95 for 365 days (non-recurring)

$19.95 for 30 days (recurring)

Expect to hear much more from me about Scarleteen in the upcoming weeks. Heather Corinna is putting together a blog carnival focusing on the importance of comprehensive, progressive sex-ed.

Want to participate in the carnival by writing a post of your own? I’d love that! Email me!

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–Read more here: October Karma Pervs – Scarleteen

 

Since the breakup this past spring of a relationship that lasted nearly three years I’ve taken more of an interest in maintaining profiles on dating sites of the kinky and the less-than-kinky variety. In the latter instance I make mention of my political leanings as I cannot fathom going to bed (much less entering into a relationship) with someone who thinks that Obama’s a socialist1, that abortion is murder or that “illegals” should instantly be deported.

Again2. I can’t fathom going to bed with someone like that again.

In the same profile you’ll find a joking reference to hating liver to such an degree that I can detect even the slightest hint of the horrid substance in food3. I put this in for no other reason than that there was a “Food” question on the site’s getting-to-know-you section and that I was trying to be cute. In the same section under the heading of “Books” I wrote out a list of the volumes currently living on my nightstand.

Fair enough, right?

Clearly all this had an effect on one man who read my profile, as he sent along a warning. “I see that you’re interested in politics,” began the message. “You should lose this profile,” he warned, “because some of the things you mention will burn you down the road if you try to run for office.”

I was puzzled. A quick rereading of what I’d written turned up no mention political aspiration to that degree nor of ass-sex, fisting or support of age appropriate sex-ed for youth. I’m not sure I understand, I wrote back to the gentleman. What part of my profile do you think is problematic?

His reply was almost instantaneous. “The liver,” he said. “Someone will think you’re referring to golden showers. Also, you described the books next to your bed. That could be spun to make you look like a pervert.”

So, two questions for you, my faithful readers. First, is there some euphemistic connection between liver and piss-play that I’ve heretofore missed?

And second, if I ever run for public office, do you think perhaps I’ve got more muck to be raked than the location of my books?

  1. or not a citizen []
  2. The specific partner mentioned above did not believe all those things. Past partners in general have believed all those things and it didn’t stop me from getting naked with them, which is quite the indictment of my decision-making abilities []
  3. my mother used to try to sneak it into dressing, HURL []
 

Welcome to our second entry in the Blogger Anonymity Project, or AAG’s Home for Wayward Bloggers. I’d love to hear from you, so read about how to submit an entry here. –aag

I’m a late-middle-aged guy; straight (and feeling vaguely sad about it, much like I’m vaguely sad that I can’t stand Brussels sprouts – I’m sure I’d be a better person with broader tastes in both partners and vegetables – but I’m just who I am).

I’m married to a delightful woman, who I have no intention of leaving. But there are slizzards in Paradise, as always.

She’s intensely bisexual…maybe even leaning toward gay. She gets crushes on many of our female friends (some of whom have asked me to nicely tell her “no”). And sadly she’s insanely jealous – so if I act warmly to an eligible woman, I’m in for a week of her acting out in some way shape or form.

No problem, you – the sexually advanced reader – say. Maybe you can share someone!!

Wow, that ended badly. Really badly. We actually lived with someone for almost a year. To answer your question, yes the sex was great. Really great!! And it was actually kind of great to have someone else around the house. And of course, it became emotional on all our parts … whereupon my wife exploded into a rage of jealousy and fear that has lasted about two years. I’ve managed to surf my way through it (and yes, I own a part of it – there are apparently books on how to manage poly relationships and for my part, I broke a bunch of the rules others had painfully learned before me).

So now we’re back to her mooning over other women, and a sex life that is either her having sex at me to make me happy, or else lost in a fantasy about sex with someone with a different chromosome set than I have.

So we have two significant conflicts. I’m not jealous (that’s not an issue here), but I really am irked by what seems to be the injustice of “I flirt and moon at will, and it’s cute,” but “you’re an asshole for flirting and I think you’re going to leave me.” And, more importantly, my own libido is driven by desire as much as the act – my engine is revved by my partner’s desire as much as my own. And it’s (I’m) kind of unhappy in this situation.

I’m trying to figure out where to go for advice and what to do to trigger improvement…and I’m guessing your readers will have something to say about it.

Oct 052010
 

via Fuck Yeah Karl Elvis, based on this book.

 

The very generous Drew from Lingerie.com asked if I’d like to have a Halloween costume to wear to a sexy and spooky party I’m attending at the end of the month.

I said Hell yeah, so he sent me this fun vampire get up.

It’s still a few weeks before the big event but I wanted to give it a test-run well in advance. I was impressed with the cape, which is silky, thick and made of rich-looking fabric. It’s nice that they include extras such as fangs, a choker, shoulder straps and a belt. And the dress itself is sturdily-made, which I didn’t expect from a piece meant to be worn only a few times.

Here’s my problem with the garment: There’s no way I could wear it out of the house. I’m fairly tall, and with the bodice sitting at a reasonable height on my chest, my ass was uncovered enough to get me charged with indecent exposure. If I yanked it down to shield my rear my tits were hanging out. Either of these scenarios would be acceptable (or awesome!) in the bedroom but out in public? Not so much.

Probably the vampire dress would work fine for someone with smaller tits or less height, but I’m going to have to relegate this costume for indoor use only. Alas.

But that’s okay because you can still get in on the fun. Leave a comment below letting us know which Lingerie.com costume you’d like to wear on that frightening night and why. Would you like to seduce your partner in a French maid outfit?  Fight crime as Batgirl? Or stay home for some private fun in pasties and boyshorts?

I’ll choose one comment from those left by 12:01am Thursday, October 7th; its author will win any in-stock costume worth up to $75 from Lingerie.com.

Get it? Got it? Good. Now comment below and have fun!

Pssst–Check out Lingerie.com’s selection of sale priced Halloween costumes too.

Oct 042010
 

Do you think the photography style used to capture the personality of this charming pup was the inspiration for this shot:1
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  1. below the cut means NSFW! []
 

He is lying back on my Zeppelin. I am blowing him. He’s reached the throbbing, adamantine stage which suggests that if we continue what we’re doing even thirty seconds longer, what we’re doing will be over.

“You have to stop doing that,” he says.

Hmm-mmm, I say, shaking my head just slightly.

“Really,” he gasps.

No, I say around a mouthful of cock.

“If you keep doing that I’m going to come.”

Mmm, I acknowledge.

“You don’t want me to come yet, do you?”

Hmm-mmm! I say.

“You do that so well,” he says. “If you don’t stop I’m not going to be able to stop.”

I don’t want to stop, I say, finally removing mouth from cock. I’ll just do it half as well for twice as long.

Oct 012010
 

On a night the ex-husband was at the house to take care of the kids I told him about a gathering that had semi-spontaneously developed the previous weekend. I wish you could have been there, I told him, as one of our oldest mutual friends had shown up. Next time I’m going to plan better so that everyone can come.

He agreed, then told me what he’d been doing at the time of the party, which was enjoying the company of woman he’d recently met. It’s been a while since I’d heard him speak so positively about any aspect of the dating scene so I was glad to know that he’d made some progress. “Maybe next time I’ll bring her,” he suggested. “Would that be weird?”

Not in the least, I answered, especially not since one of the people at the last party was someone I’m seeing1.

He let the matter drop as a flock of squabbling children blew through the room. “And where are you going tonight?” he asked once they’d passed.

Do you really want to know, I said. He smiled and wisely inquired no more, and not long afterward I managed to shower, slide into something sexy, cover it with street clothes and sneak out of the house without the world coming to an end.

Hours lately when I came home happy, flushed and no doubt slightly rumpled I found him deep in a phone conversation. Who is it? I mouthed, as he looked quite serious. He silently spoke the name of his new crush while I made kissy-faces at him to the point that he finally got up, shot me a wry look, and took his call to the garage.

Is this what our open marriage could have looked like?

  1. and by seeing I mean seeing naked in many, many lovely naked locations and positions. I’m really enjoying seeing him, and seeing him naked. []

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